I wish someone had taught me to have patience and to learn to be on my own, When I'm staring at you, but you're looking over my shoulder. And I tried to ignore it until the time I saw you without make up. And I wish someone had taught me to blow glass so I could Blow this jar around me and not care about what was happening outside 'Cause nothing's happening but this.
And I haven't even met you yet, Some people wouldn't even call us friends, And I get lonelier, in this spring rain.